Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.